My Love for You Has Faded

I was struck by a car and left bleeding profusely. Asher, the man who once knelt before my parents, vowing to protect me forever—didn’t even glance my way. He was too busy fastening the seatbelt for his childhood sweetheart, his eyes full of affection.

“Little dummy, if you bump your head again, don’t come crying to me,” he said with a playful smile.